An ongoing debate in this house is whether "iced" is the right term to use, or "icing". Tomato-tomorrow, potato-gelato, is what I say.
Mickey Mouse kind of looks like he has a mustache to me.
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An ongoing debate in this house is whether "iced" is the right term to use, or "icing". Tomato-tomorrow, potato-gelato, is what I say.
Mickey Mouse kind of looks like he has a mustache to me.
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I tell you what, when I took that first sip it was wonderful. Feeling the sugar and caffeine go down the hatch and enter the blood stream was thrilling.
I don't know whether I'll drink soda as regularly as before, probably not. But now at least I have things to drink at fast food places besides water and Hi-C.
The photo is of Em as she's opening her soda and realizing that her taste buds were about to see the Dr.
Nice Chargers hat too, right?
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We went out on a walk tonight with the doggies. I'm walking with Mickey. As I'm innocently watching Ginny run with Mulan and Mommy I feel a warm bath on my foot. I look down and see Mickey peeing away on my foot as if it's the newest trendy thing to do.
(He's staring at me as I type this post. I wonder if he's planning for another shot.)
Anyhoo, I'll be busy sitting in a corner with my thighs against my chest, my thumb in my mouth, while rocking back and forth.
Missi's gonna walk Mickey next time.
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